Wanking

Sometimes there’s nothing like a quick wank.

Despite my Catholic education I never believed the nuns at school who made it abundantly clear that sneaking a hand into my knickers and giving myself a quick orgasm was the surest way to go to Hell. I can’t really remember the first time I brought myself off as part of my bedtime routine from quite an early age involved playing with my pussy as soon as the lights were out. I do remember the time in my early teens, after I’d discovered that fingering myself might actually result in some temporary satisfaction, being utterly bored in a geography lesson. I asked to be excused and then had a far more rewarding time in the girls’ toilets. I think it must have been my first “quickie” in a public place. It felt rather naughty, but I was never ashamed of having done it. In fact the opposite was true, I found it liberating. What’s more, having just given myself a bit of a belter while thinking about what I would like some of the boys in the Sixth Form to do to me, I found it much easier to go back to the classroom concentrate on oxbow lakes. I doubt that I’d have got an A* in my GCSE (what a clever girl I am) if I’d not spend so many hours fingering myself.

I’ve made it perfectly clear that I love, I really love, sex. Being given an orgasm by someone else, by some sexy fucker using all of their masculine or feminine expertise to bring me off is probably the best thing ever, but bringing myself off comes (no pun intended) a close second. And I have never encountered a man or woman who doesn’t enjoy the sight of my fingers doing what they do best between my legs. I’m an exhibitionist and I’m a wanker and I’m proud of it.

The other side of the coin is that I’m also a voyeur.

I don’t think most guys realise just how much girls love to see a man recklessly fucking his fist while we watch. Back when I was at University, the first time I had a threesome with my ex-boyfriend and another girl; the best bit was when we watched him wanking as we kissed and cuddled in what we assumed was the ultimate in coquettish teasing – but that probably says far more about his poor sexual skills.

I’ve had enough girl-on-girl action since to have a personal memory bank that’s full of images of women satisfying themselves and my hard-drive is stacked with downloaded porn featuring gorgeous girls amusing themselves with their fingers and toys.

I can cum over and over again. The girls that I fuck regularly are also similarly talented, but despite what the porn industry would like to suggest, I think we are quite a rare breed. Most girls like a bit of a rest between fucks. Just like guys they need a while to “reload”.

Ted and Paul are really quite remarkable. On occasion, both have been able to come back for more without losing their erections, but when they have achieved this feat it’s been when they’ve been fucking me with one of my horny little slut friends. I’m not sure why, but I can use my mouth and hands to persuade their dicks to stay hard and return to duty when they’ve cum in my cunt or the girl’s pussy who’s with us but when they’ve been masturbating, got a bit carried away and cumming into their busy fists, there’s absolutely no hope.

So here’s the quandary. How do I relish the sight of a guy wanking like there’s no tomorrow without being disappointed by the absence of a really good fucking after he’s spunked spectacularly?